Howdy Y’all! Moanday has been survived. YAY! Dindin shall be steak, sallit, friggin’ good N.O.T. and cheesey garlic bread. The N.O.T. are ready to be nukulated. When OYKW arrives he shall grill the steaks. Ribeyes even.
A 12-sided nickel? Is that like a 12-sided die?
I shot Fluffy Sam several times today. She wouldn’t quit eating my yarn, so I got her with the squirt gun. She’ll learn.
Today’s big accomplishment is getting quite a bit written on my current project. I’m once again stuck on my novel so I declared it Gay Elf Month and worked on a story I started last week. Last year at this time I was working on my first fanfic piece which also featured gay elves. No pr0n, just a simple lurve story.
Is no money unique? :smack:
Most unlike all the usual stuff one would have
Voting card
Card with ink i.d.for printer
A couple of restaurant loyalty cards that I never use
and last but not least, two empty cash cards, one was from the Coke Company, I won that one and the other was from my son one Christmas, its pretty so I kept it
Now in my purse, that’s another story!
Plastic bags. large, tough-ish food bags - I fold them up and put them under a heavy book overnight, to force out all the air - then I slip half a dozen of them in the pocket behind the credit card slots - whenever I’m out walking with anyone, and we find blackberries, chestnuts, interesting sea shells etc, I’m always the one who is ready to collect them. The bags also come in handy at catered events where there turns out to be a vast surplus of something (e.g. cheese) that is offered to guests to take home (but as often, there’s nothing supplied to carry it in).
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Where? Where, where, where, where, where, where, WHERE?! I must know!!
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Roaring Camp seems to be just a ride-along. The Napa Wine Train appears to have dropped their ride-along option a couple of years ago.
I don’t think the railroad museum in Sacramento lets the public into running locomotives.
Ah, this must be it…Western Pacific Railroad Museum in Portola. Run a Locomotive for $175-500 per hour.
Then drive down to Vegas for some large-scale digging to round out the “Be a Big Kid Again” vacation.
My SS card lives in a file folder with my passport, my birth certificate, my DD214, and assorted other important stuff. Considering identity theft, I can’t imagine carrying it around.
Oh, yeah, home. The last 2-ish hours of my day were wasted. Thank goodness for Teh Intrarwebz!
**FCD **isn’t much interested in supper, so I’m probably going to have some leftovers. The house is open because it’s in the 70s and loverly out at the moment. Almost like spring! 
What’s in my wallet? As little as possible.
If I wasn’t apt to forget where I put them, I could leave the two access cards for my office building and my office itself as well as my Clipper (transit) card in a drawer as I don’t think I’ve been to my actual office more than three or four times in the past year.
Aside from that, just a bit of cash, drivers license, ATM card and health insurance card.
I have an “I” Scrabble tile in my wallet. It was an extra from a set and my fellow player gave to me to make my “purse” an iPurse. <groan>
My “Jesus trading card” from my Mom’s funeral is in my car. It has a verse and not a picture of Jesus, and has a quote on the back, part of which is on the gravestone
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, ’ since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ’ patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.
Mine is already picked out to save my father the trouble – it’s from an Easter hymn:
Made like Him, like Him we rise
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!
Dindin has been consumed. YUM! I did not eat all of my steak, thus I have sallit and steak for N.O.L. tomorrow. YUM!
Since I will be cremated and plopped down into a columnbarium which has only a little brass plate I don’t get to be creative. I wanted “Git Off’n Mah Cremains Ya Whippersnapper,” but I was told no. Spoilsports!
I intend that whatever remains of me shall go to a med school, to serve as a bad example for up and coming physicians. I don’t want to burden my daughter with a gravesite or an urn - when I’m gone, I’m gone, as it should be. Yet I shall live on in the MMP!!
This is the kind of shit that annoys me.
I know I shouldn’t get annoyed over small things - but I do.
I have a bill due tomorrow - I thought it was due Thorsday, but it is one of those bills that seems to have a floating due date. Anyway, I always pay it over the phone, there are two options, call it in or mail it in. So I call and the line is busy, I keep calling the line is busy. I take a nap, call some more and the line is busy. So I call the main number for the hospital, I get transferred around a few times, finally I get through, tell the lady I want to pay my bill and she hangs up on me. So back to the main number, told to call another number and press 1, only 1 doesn’t take me where I need to go. Finally I get a live person who tells me, quite cheerfully, oh yeah, their lines have been out all day, you need to call back tomorrow. I said what if the lines are still out tomorrow? He says, quite cheerfully, pay it when you can get through. Right, when it says in GREAT BIG LETTERS on the bill than ANY LATE PAYMENTS WILL RESULT IN THE ENTIRE BILL BEING DUE.
This is the same bill that quite often comes after the due date or doesn’t come at all.
The suspicious part of me says they do it on purpose, but I’m probably just being paranoid.
Ruble, I am so putting that on my Bucket list!
Chatty bunch up in here today! I’m feelin’ a little ick so I shall retire to the boudoir to watch teevee. OYKW is already there. I do believe we shall have a threeway with Ben tonight. ICK! SINUSES! ICK!
Nitey Nite Y’all!
I’m up at the home of {needs nickname*} and am making us chicken salad and deviled eggs. I feel like I’m putting together a 2-person church fundraiser luncheon.
- It’s been a bit over a year now. My best friend recently referred to him as “an anti-inflammatory for my brain” (I have anxiety, trust and other issues) and he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Also happens to be head over heels over me, for some reason, and meanwhile I’m the luckiest gal in the world.
Nothing so interesting.
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From 1942 to 1963, Canadian five-cent coins were produced in a distinctive 12-sided shape, evocative of the British threepence coin. Originally this was done to distinguish the copper-colored tombac (copper-zinc alloy) coins, from pennies. However, the characteristic shape was retained for another nineteen years after 1944 when this coin was later produced in 99.9% nickel and chrome-plated steel.
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I was born in 1969. For most of my childhood, they were pretty plentiful, but more recently they are becoming scarce. I like having them around, but have never actually kept more than one or two at a time. They remind me of two people in my childhood.
Any business cards for rehab facilities? :dubious:
LMK when you’re coming; I’ll meet you & split it
Optional: Split your play time and bring one other person for $50 / $75
Oh yeah, nothing that special, 'cept an old, long-expired Exxon/Mobil gas-only credit card. Now they issue a regular Visa (MC?) card that can be used anywhere. Mobil’s not in the area anymore & the few Exxon stations are 'spensive, so I never shop at their facilities.
There was a guy in Elizabeth PA (near McKeesport) who had a pike of his own on like 200 acres. They were narrow gauge but full actual steam locomotives and stock. If you helped him fixing things, you would get to drive now and then. Mostly I shoveled (which was cool in itself) but I did get to drive once when I was like 20 or so.
Don’t know what ever happened to the stuff. If you do a Google Earth, look “north” on Rte 48 at the sharp left past Elizabeth High School. Some of the tracks could still be there but I bet the good stuff is long gone.
You were not here back then probably but the last time I went to Canada a couple summers back I took a box of assorted Canadian money I had laying around to use. Nickels back to the 40s (but really banged up), not just loonies but some voyager dollars, and some paper including some of the 1967 dollars from the big celebration you had. The first time I tried to use one of those at this burger joint the lady was looking at it and said “Is that a picture of your queen?” Ahhhhhh - no. We don’t have a queen. Rue Paul maybe but that’s about the closest we have. :smack: Some family in a steak house ended up basically trading me for most of what I had in my pocket.
(Yes – I did sort out the silver. I’m silly but not totally so.)
Moooom, I carry the pics in my phone. I don’t remember the last billfold that had a picture section.
I stopped after work to get the taxes done (don’t judge). After last year’s debacle, I decided to go with a pro this year. A neighbor from the next building was the preparer. Then it was off to the pharmacy, the gas station and Wok House to steal the general’s dindin (house special soup and a shrimp spring roll for anyone who’s keeping track). All while it was windy as hell and spitting cold rain off and on.
Hi shoe!
I don’t have a photo-capable phone, and I like it that way! 
I’m having a wee bit of a pre-party panic - we have 1 picnic table and 5 small end tables (3 of which have planters on them.) I can make a food table with sawhorses and plywood, but eat-upon tables can be a problem. Luckily, I have time to figure this out.
Meanwhile, I think I’ll drag my carcass to bed. I’s tahred.
MWAH!***
Right after I checked in here I got an email from a friend at work (yes – I do have a friend from work) that he was shooting pool at a bar a couple blocks from my house. I went to raze him I MEAN encourage him and slammed down 5 large drafts in basically an hour.
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That is all.
Now talk amongst yourselves.
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Goodnight.
PS - It is really raining hard. TG for the sump system we have in the basement.